MOTIVATION ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ MARTIN EDWARDS
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⊹₊⟡⋆ your boyfriend needs some motivation.
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the studio was dimly lit, smelt of warm cables, and was definitely one of yn’s favorite places. she was sprawled across the small couch, black baby tee hanging loose against her ribs, low rise sweats pooling around her hips.
martin paced.
he was visibly frustrated, his fingers brushing through his hair, tugging on his hoodie, then dropping to his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them. every couple seconds, he glared toward the mic stand and huffed.
“it sounds wrong,” he muttered.
yn tilted her head. “wrong how?”
“just…” he gestured by holding a palm up, “boring.”
she softly hummed, eyes moving from him to the crumbled lyric sheet on the desk. he got like this pretty often, all riled up when things didn’t work immediately.
he stopped pacing when he realized she was smiling.
“…what?” he asked.
yn pushed herself off the couch, slowly walking towards him, dramatically flipping some hair off her shoulder. she stopped right infront of him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body.
“nothing,” she sighed innocently, “you just look really tense right now.”
he scoffed, “i’m serious, yn.”
“i know,” she said, reaching up, and placing a hand on his jaw, thumb caressing his cheek. “that’s why it’s cute.”
he went incredibly still, like his brain short-circuited.
“you’re not helping,” he said, his soft voice betraying him.
“oh, i think i am.” she leaned in, smirking. “you just won’t give into my methods.”
his eyes fell down to her lips as he swallowed. “your methods usually distract me.”
“exactly.”
he let out a shaky exhale while smiling. “i can’t write when you do this.”
“oh, yeah?” she teased, batting her lashes. “and what exactly am i doing?”
she slowly went onto her toes, head tilting as she leaned in dangerously close to his face. her hand slipped onto his chest. she could feel how fast his heart was beating. she usually could.
he swallowed. “you know.”
she grinned wider. “say it, baby.”
he groaned. “you’re being…you.”
she laughed, and he looked at her like the sound could cure him from any frustration.
“martin,” she rasped. “come here.”
she tugged him toward the couch, pushing him onto the soft cushion, and he just let her. yn settled onto his lap, legs on either side of him. his hands found their familiar place on her waist, thumbs brushing the warm skin under the hem of her tee.
“you don’t have to force it,” she murmured. “you always do that when you think nothing will come.”
he stiffened. “i don’t do that.”
she furrowed her brows. “martin.”
“fine,” he admitted quietly. “maybe i do.”
she melted into him. “you’re allowed to have off days. even rockstars.”
he snorted. “don’t call me that.”
“why not?” she said. “you are one.”
he looked at her so closely you’d think he was trying to count all the light freckles on her cheeks.
“you make me wanna be better,” he finally spoke.
yn cupped his face with both hands, thumbs warm against his jaw. “baby,” she said softly. “you’re the best.”
his eye flickered and she couldn’t help but kiss him.
martin immediately leaned in, tilting his head slightly as yn’s fingers tangled in his hair. his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her in until her body was flush against his.
when she breathlessly pulled away, he followed her mouth, wanting more.
she smiled. “see?”
“see what?” he breathed, opening his clouded eyes.
“motivation,” she said.
he laughed, forehead dropping to her shoulder. “you’re evil.”
“mm. but sooo effective, though.”
he pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then another to her neck. “i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”
she shrugged. “being super cool and sexy.”
he looked up at her again. obsessed didn’t even begin to explain what he felt for yn.
